A Visit from the Magical Snow Fairy

[whyarewehere]

This comm has been quiet for TOO LONG.

The ship is now full of snow. Seriously. It's in the hallways. It's in your bedroom. It's all over the mess hall, the sensoriums, and of course the city. How did it get here? WHO KNOWS! It's just everywhere snow should be and then a whole lot more.

NOW DEAL WITH IT!

(Meme is, as usual, open to literally anybody. Ever.)

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And in the Hangar, from the TARDIS...

[butworthit.livejournal.com]

"Oi, what've they done to you?"

A rather peeved Doctor sprinted from the control room, hopping and sliding over snow drifts to return with a shovel a few minutes later. Finding the thing took longer than usual with all the rearranging others had done, a fact that irritated him even more.

"First they change the theme, then they leave their things all about, and now snow? Snow. In the TARDIS. In my TARDIS. Will wonders never cease? No, don't answer that. That road only leads to misery for all of us."

Hardly comforted by the gentle thrum of his beloved ship, the Doctor slung a shovel over his shoulder and got to work. The usual inhabitants of the place would find themselves moving out of the way of a rather irritated man in a leather jacket. He was determined to toss this mess out that door, shoveling as furiously as his arms would allow.

[has-arrived.livejournal.com]

Out the door, and into the face of an equally irritated red fellow, who sputters and wipes it off with the utmost haste. "WHAT THE HELL?! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE SHOVELIN' THAT CRAP!"

A beat.

"Wait... Why is there snow in the booth?"

[butworthit.livejournal.com]

The Doctor's a very busy man, but that doesn't mean he's completely forgotten his manners. He shuffles out of the TARDIS, casually pulling the door closed behind him. The trusty shovel remains in his hand.

"Sorry about that! Just had to get it out of...out of my booth, yeah. It freezes up, then I can't make a call, and what can you do? Anyway. I've gotta keep moving, so if you'll excuse me---"

He leans even more casually against the doorframe, reluctant to head back inside with the stranger watching.

[has-arrived.livejournal.com]

Well, that's just plain odd.

"Ehh? I'd wager a booth would keep stuff like that protected, but then again, who would expect snow to get in there--" Momo's head tilts just a bit, looking at the TARDIS, and the man, as well as the shovel.

"Just how d'you work that thing around in there?" He motions at the shovel. "Doesn't seem like there'd be room, with the handle an' all..."

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The Doctor twirls his shovel without a care in the world. Playing it cool.

"Might be magic, might be aliens, might be a new moisture system on the fritz. I haven't run the tests yet. But I'm clearing what I can."

As for how he's doing it? "It's not so hard! I just need to bend some joints. Flexibility, it's important!"

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"Something's on the fritz, that's for sure. _{Need to figure out who I gotta yell at to get this crap fixed...}"

The flexibility quip gets another curious look, as well as rough measurements hashed out with his hands - trying to compare the shovel handle to the TARDIS' size, culminating in a curious headscratch. "Wouldn't it be awkward, though?"

[butworthit.livejournal.com]

"It always is," the Doctor just smiles, flicking a last bit of snow away from the door. He hopes to get this strange person to leave so he can slip back inside the TARDIS undisturbed. Who knew how frozen it was becoming on the inside?

"Did you lose your car out here? Couldn't blame you if you did, the snow's hiding everything."

[has-arrived.livejournal.com]

"I'm tryin' to find a train. You'd think it'd not be hard to miss , but white train and a lotta snow..." and Momo being a moron... Well.